Who Will Hear Our Painful Tales
It is spring time and it is still cooler
It’s for her to decide to return sooner
It is her loyalty and my compassion
Keep remembering or forget them all
My pain giver must tell me the truth
Shall I keep weeping or start smiling
Love never dies we both know well
Let us keep chatting and listening
We are the sailors in the stormy sea
Shall we survive the pain or perish
Many old wise words come to haunt
But who will hear our painful tales ?
Would She Ever Know?
We laid her to rest in peace eighteen months
ago today,
A continuous moment of darkness is with me
everyday.
All the hurt, fear and pain keep coming to me
day by day,
My Pretty Lotus has gone and I am home
alone all today.
Time has flown fast but sorrows have
remained with me,
I have done many prayers but so far, none
would heal me.
I know I miss her heaps and no one to dry my
eyes for me,
My life is a heap of loneliness, hurt and pain
glaring at me.
I’ll always be waiting for her to return but
that’s not to be,
I will send a reminder we shall unite again as
it used to be.
I know that our life on earth is but one brief
moment of time,
A cool breeze blows to take our soul when it is
the right time.
A violent breeze blew within my heart to take
that life away,
The life that was my wife, my angel and my
dove flew away.
Left behind were my tears, loving memories of
many years,
A life well spent with joy and love lasting fifty
fruitful years.
My angel went on heavenly flight, left the light
of life to blow,
My heart and soul are all weeping but would
she ever know?
16th September 2014
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